Trends in fashion....

This is a story I wrote in... oh I don't know... about an hour (maybe less, but it's not up to my usual quality). I really have no desire to continue it. So I post it here for you all, and if one of you folks wants to expound upon it, be my guest. My plot bunny was going to have Regina end up a famous futa fashion model tagging along various female lovers. The nurse being the first.

Truly a story of manipulations, both genetic and social. I would appreciate constructive criticism though...

Regina Upton sat patiently in the waiting room of a Belize clinic with baited anticipation. She had pinched her pennies for years for this, all her hopes and dreams tide all up in what had become over the last decade a fashion statement. But for her she decided it was her destiny.

Oh there were risks, there was the fact that 90% of the world had declared this type of science illegal, even though it had existed for 40 years and held the promise as being the cure to all disease… and heaven forbid she ever travel to the Reconstituted Islamic Empire and they should find out… But no, she dispelled those unpleasant thoughts from her mind as she looked down at the full two page spread picture in the magazine at the beautiful woman that was shown laying across a bed of fine red silk, her long green hair cascading around her head in contrast to the red silk, her full D cup breasts laying proudly as she had sensuously spread her legs to best show her prominence of her erect nine inch penis and below that her dripping slit as she stroked both.

She then flipped the page to see an add for just this type of mod, a special tube-garter, she shuddered with delight at the thought that soon, she too might be wearing something like that.

Regina then thought back to her past, how when she made a comment about it to her parents they locked her away in an all girls school refusing to hear anything about her deviancies. There didn’t help in anyway as over the two years of teenage youth spent there she discovered the joys of lesbianism… thought she still wanted more. Especially considering her own body. A 28 year old, short lanky woman, without any real womanly curves and barely a swell of breast, and her flat plain brown hair above a plain face.

But she vowed that soon that would all change with the Genetic Sciences Cosmetic Doctor she had traveled here to see. Sure, some had called him an extremist in the field of recombinant DNA structures, and a Fetishists Cosmetic Surgeon, but Regina simply didn’t care anymore.

“Miss Upton, the Doctor will see you now” called out a nurse that had obviously been gracious to receive some of the doctors handicraft, considering her breast size, and the fact she had four of them.

Smiling Regina followed the nurse, but came to a dead stop along the hallway to stare through one of the surgical suits windows to see a woman… or at least what had been a woman. She had the most